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The air smells like sin and iron.
Night has gathered its knifes
to bleed sanity from skulls
full of thoughts to stalk pretty things.
Twisted boys pouring rape
into sparkly glasses will meet
Karma before painted lips
touch the rim of horror.
Let the bottle burn
the fingers of deceit.
Tonight will silence
the group think that no
can be manipulated into yes.
Bravado weeps
a pitiful excuse
as predators learn
the table turn spin
has rendered them prey.
©Susie Clevenger 2014
Comments
You do spooky with side orders of terror. Wow.
the table turn spin
has rendered them prey
Karma can determine fairness and predators if not careful can find themselves as prey! Great lines Susie!
Hank
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Btw, your link at Toads leads back to Toads, not to here. I had to find this using the side bar.